UP+ Lyrics

Bitch we up

Pour up lean get fucked

Aye like what he want from me

I can't go to sleep

We gon wait and see

It's his final day

Count these racks

Got a blade that shit gon cut through him

I got teeth yeah its serrated I can steal yo skin yeah

Got a timer on the glock so ima count to ten

Bullet holes collapse his face and watch that boy go limp

Cut his throat out on the sidewalk throw it at yo mans yeah

He not rockin this shit

He not popping like this

He not litter than me

He not fitter than me

Got designer on my body that shit fitted to me

What you talking bout lil bitch you is not better than me

Menacing I'm on the track

I fuck up the bitch then she come back

Pull up to yo cul de sac

I shoot up yo crib then spin the scat

Leave that hot shit in his tounge

Straight through his cheek came out the back

All this talk ain't tounge and cheek

Bitch come around and you get packed

Put this hot shit on if you gon hit the gas and smoke a black

Knock his teeth out on the mat, have him screaming where they at

That bitch know that I'm the man

His shit jammed he can't get back

Left him dead right where he stand

Brand new strain I smoke on that

(Smoke on that bitch)